The young ones in
our fold
must be nurtured
with gentility
a fine patting on
the back
and hugs in
unexpected moments
we must take on the
role of guardian
while they seek
their place in life
so they never lost
sight of our love
but should they take
a wrong turn
as they make their
trip through the labyrinth
no matter our desire
to stay in touch
they must be assured
that they nest in security
still if we have
misplaced the seed
of joy and light, it
must be said
that promises made
will be kept
in the honor of one
generation to the next
as we kneel, weapons
long in waiting
never used, as
perfection blossoms
and we can see while
coming out of the fog
that our job is done
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